OE, THE WORLD HAS CHANGED. 51 



Our fogy ladies were not so fast, 



They were too true and kind to flirt. 

 Did not go promenading round, 



But they kivered a heap more dirt. 



Our kids had more respect for age, 



No, they warn't nothing like so peart. 

 If skedaddled round like to-day. 



Why, they'd hat-ter haul off their shirt. 



Nor they didn't smoke the cigarette, 



But did iuginerally chaw tobacker ; 

 Did many things they oughten to, 



Our old-time fogy country cracker, 



The female bustle was then well known. 



Bat was built in a different form. 

 Made out of rags and stuffed with tow. 



Or paper 'bout the size of your arm. 



Prior to the days of hoopskirts, too, 



They warn't so waspish in the waist, 

 The dear sweet things didn't like to sting, 



'Twas before thej' acquired that taste. 



There was a creature, that then unknown, 



Malformation now called the dude, 

 A hypersarcostic sort of thing. 



With little common sense imbued. 



The changes wrought in fifty years. 



What we have told is but an inkle. 

 Invention is still upon the tare, 



Would stun a new Rip Van Winkle. 



Now these public schools, the great jehu ! 



They dish out larnin' by the platter. 

 Why, they pour it down and rub it in. 



They fry it in the children's batter. 



